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Krissy Matthews
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Bubbles and the Seven Phones
s We called him bubbles. Cause he was always in trouble. Lived a life of fantasies. Never understood what he waws trying to be.
Bubbles and the seven phones. Never seemed to have a home Bubbles and the seven phones. Never even found his bones.
Had a phone for every of the week. He sure was a bona fide freak. His clothes whrere Armani and Gucci. Had a voice, oily and smoochy.
Bubbles and the seven phones. Never seemed to have a home Bubbles and the seven phones. Never even found his bones.
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Was his girl a hooker? She wasn't a looker. Pretty rough trader. How could he have made her? Was he a dealer? Was he a broker? Sure wasn't real. Quite a joker.
Sat inside his great big car. Moaned it wouldn't go so far. Sometimes you can smell his fear. No-one was suprised when he disappeared.
Bubbles and the seven phones. Never seemed to have a home Bubbles and the seven phones. Never even found his bones.
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